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You Are Here

Hello.  Garmin here.  Before Bud Selig broke the Midsummer Classic by handing the winner home field advantage in the World Series, the All-Star game was nothing more than a diversion, a little cotton ca... Read More...
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On A Need To Know Basis

Baseball people, and that includes myself, are slow to change and accept new ideas. I remember that it took years to persuade them to put numbers on uniforms.    --  Branch Rickey I thought of this... Read More...
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Pitch Perfect?

So, I’m standing at the checkout of the 9/11 Memorial gift shop at Ground Zero in lower Manhattan, when I see my brother talking to a stranger wearing red.  I saunter up and discover this “stran... Read More...
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Cuban Missile Crisis

Whenever the discussion turns to Aroldis Chapman, I think of that scene from The Godfather, where an aging Hyman Roth celebrates his birthday in Havana by handing out pieces of his Cuban empire.  Lately, it ... Read More...
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Time To Say Goodbye?

Maybe Scott Rolen isn't done.  Maybe, like Jack Nicklaus back in 86, who stared at an Atlanta newspaper opinion piece taped to his refrigerator declaring him "Gone. Done.  Finished. Clubs are too rusty" Ã... Read More...
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#OccupyTheBullpen

In a sport where the slog of a 162 game season invites endless scrutiny, narratives are like Starbucks stores—they’re on every corner of the blogosphere.  The current raging narrative within Re... Read More...
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Dear Walt

Dear Walt, We’ve been bad. We’ve been petty. Okay, we’ve been downright unreasonable. We’ve called you names. Joke-etty. Mr. Crickets. We admit it. You came to Cincinnati with some... Read More...
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I’ve Got Another Puzzle For You

I don’t know about you, but I feel like Charlie Bucket, standing outside the chocolate factory, wondering what confection is being fashioned inside.  Or perhaps I'm feeling more like one o... Read More...
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Redleg Odyssey

After a 650 mile road trip from New York City to Cincinnati, much of it spent traveling in the late night darkness through New Jersey and Pennsylvania, I arrived at the gates of Great American Ballpark, ticket ... Read More...